Boartusk Heights twist of the knife

the familiar sound of footsteps attracts the vampiress, and she finds a man with a rabbit caught in his snare. carefully, she watches. what she's learned while traveling is normally the wolves beneath her do not take chances with their catches; they eat it where they caught it, no matter the size. but this one, he carries it off to somewhere — someone? it's spring too. reyna locks her eyes on him. he doesn't just carry food, he carries potential.

she is not strong enough to take on any wolf in combat to defend her territory, seeing as the man who dares cross through her claim is far larger than she is. but she's here to invite, not fight. and if she can invite this wolf and whomever he brings his meal to — hopefully an expecting spouse — well.

she would soon have subjects to her kingdom, several generations of them if her prediction is correct.

she makes herself known as she calls from her pedestal. hello there. her voice as light as a dandelion seed floating through the breeze, a welcoming smile adorning her face.